Marital Escapades Part7.
We fuck on a beach in front of an audience.
Without Kevin.
I was on a four-day golf holiday in Le Touquet France with a group of women from my club. Also staying at the same hotel was a group from a club in Cambridge who we knew from previous visits and matches between our clubs. The two groups mixed well both playing golf together and in the bars in the evening where a dozen or so of us 'younger ones' drawn about equally from both clubs formed a drinking party.
It was on our last night when we had drunk quite a lot when someone suggested an honesty game, something groups of women on golf trips who've had too much to drink sometimes play. As usual it started with some fairly innocuous topics but as always seems to happen moved onto at first mildly intimate topics and then onto more sexual subjects with the most frequent being along the lines of, 'what has your partner asked you to do.' The most common answer was anal sex followed by a blow job and swallow then have a threesome and dress up as a nurse or schoolgirl. After more drinks and lots of laughter it got rather more intense and personal to me when a couple of girls said they had been asked to have sex with other guys as their partners watched and then one brave soul, which wasn't me offered. "He's asked me several times to have sex with another woman." I was getting nervous but also slightly excited as the subject got nearer to home, as it were. However, I didn't say anything either about going with another man or a woman.
As happens sometimes when a group of women is/are together without husbands and partners and they have been drinking heavily someone started dancing and others joined in including me. It wasn't conventional partner dancing but groups of us in circles sort of flaunting ourselves at the others across the circle. As I did that, I thought to myself that the deceased Patrick Swayze would have been proud or maybe disgusted at how his dirty dancing was being interpreted by middle aged British women!
I was in a group of eight or so in a circle and found myself opposite Lisa the woman from the other club who had said about going with another woman. I had spoken to her a few times and so we smiled at each other as we writhed our bodies to the loud music. I kept looking up and each time I did she was looking at me and smiling. For some reason the time with Darren came into my mind and how my husband Kevin and I had made strong eye contact as the young Aussie waiter had fucked me. That jogged my memory as to how Kevin kept on about how he'd like to see me with a woman and then, quite mind-blowingly as Lisa and I held each other's gaze I imagined being naked with her and saw in my mind a picture of her naked! That had never happened to me before and I was totally gob-smacked as the rather horrible modern expression describes it.
Lisa looked to be a little younger than me probably in her late thirties. A brunette, she was tall, probably five eight or so and nicely slim with legs that went on for ever. She had a gorgeous figure and a pretty, though rather stern-looking face with lips that were just a little too thin and a slightly too prominent nose for her to be considered as being classically beautiful but she was immensely striking. In both her casual clothes and her golf gear she was elegant and beautifully turned out. She was one of the better golfers of both groups with a handicap of twelve.
When we finished dancing in the private room where we'd had dinner and went back into the bar around eleven I think I managed accidentally on purpose to be near her but it may well have been her getting near to me.
"Well, that was fun," she smiled as we sipped our white wine.
"Yes, I enjoyed it," I replied.
We chatted about the dancing and the tour so far as I toyed with an inner conflict about whether I should mention what was on my mind which of course her 'admission' about another woman. After almost saying it several times I managed to eventually blurt out. "My hubby has been asking me that for some time."
She didn't get what I meant at first and I had to explain about what she had said earlier in the honesty game about going with another woman which prompted her to ask. "Well have you?"
I told her that I hadn't and asked if she had. As cool as a cucumber she told me that she had. That caused a pause to the conversation as we looked at each other with slight, somewhat embarrassed smiles on our faces. She then asked. "Are you going to?"
"I really don't know," I told her.
"Well, all I can say is that, although I have now parted from my partner, I was pleased I did it."
Plucking up all my courage I asked. "So would you again?"
Looking right into my eyes then glancing down at my breasts in the low-cut top and back to my eyes she said with grin. "Depends on who with Jayne."
I was pretty pissed that we got parted by others joining us and as we all traipsed off to bed. I hoped, but doubted, that we'd have another chance to chat tomorrow. I was right as there was no opportunity at breakfast nor as we congregated for the last round of golf. I played in a foursome that teed off a half hour or so later on a different course to her group and sat at a different eight-person table to her for lunch and the prize giving so again there was no luck. Nevertheless, several times I caught her eye and she held my gaze with what I took to be a quizzical smile on her face.
We had loaded up our cars for the hour-long trip to Calais where we would get on the train through the tunnel and I had given up hope of chatting to Lisa. Then out of the blue she came up to our group and wished us a safe trip and taking me by the shoulders she kissed me on both cheeks and pressed a piece of paper into my hand as she whispered.
"Call or email me if you would like Jay."
On the trip home I couldn't get Lisa out of my mind. She wasn't at all butch or like any of the few women I knew who were lesbians. I found her attractive but that didn't extend to a sexual magnetism the like of which I had for Kevin and in a different way to Darren.
I was in two minds as to whether to tell Kevin about Lisa but when I got home around eight that decision was taken away from me as Kevin was all over me. We hadn't had sex or made any sort of love for four days which was just about the longest we had gone since starting our escapades. I hadn't even unpacked before he had stripped me and we were having sex, again, in front of our trusty mirror in the hallway.
Idle chat.
It was only a week after I had come back from Le Touquet and two since I was with Darren that Kevin and I went on holiday to Majorca where he told me there were numerous nude beaches and said that maybe we should visit one. I didn't pay that much attention to him because at the time I was occupied with thinking about what had gone on with both Lisa and Darren. But more than that was the fact that I had said to Kevin that I would think about sleeping with another woman. Why the fuck I had as good as agreed to it I wasn't sure?
The ultimate flash and sex with an audience.
"No Kev, I couldn't, not on a beach."
"Don't be daft of course you could."
"Go completely naked?"
"Yes, but together."
"Wouldn't you worry about getting hard?"
"Yes, but if I do I reckon others would as well."
"Wouldn't that embarrass you?"
"Maybe but bollocks I would enjoy being turned on and with you and you've always said you like showing off and being an exhibitionist."
That was how we had talked about visiting a nude beach on the Spanish island of Majorca during our visit on a week's holiday.
Although our sex was now regularly brilliant, tonight it had been spectacularly so. We had talked at length about my time with Darren, which had yet to be repeated though we'd agreed it would be, touched on Kevin with another woman, me with one and what tomorrow would bring when we visited the nude beach but I didn't mention Lisa. I had decided that it would be best for me to contact her first.
On the third or was it fourth day in Majorca I was nervous, hellishly so. Nervous but also excited at what lay ahead in just an hour or so. We had just finished breakfast at the hotel and had arranged to go to the beach straight after and stay until lunchtime when it would get too hot. Back in our room I giggled as I was deciding what to wear for I realised that was unnecessary; it was a bloody nude beach for Christ's sake!
It was only a short walk to the beach and we did that hand in hand in twenty minutes or so. Paying the fifty Euros each we were given locker keys and told we could stay as long as we liked for that and that it included use of the dunes adjacent to the private beach. Kevin asked what they were for but the receptionist's English was limited and he gave us only vague answers.
It was strange being shown into a unisex changing room for I didn't like the idea of other guys seeing me undress, which was silly really as a few minutes later they would be able to see me totally naked. Luckily there were no other men than Kevin in the room as we started undressing and stowing our clothes in the lockers for which we had a key on a loop of elastic that we were told to put around our wrists or ankles.
"Looks like most of the lockers are taken Jay."
"Yeah, so it'll be busy," I replied looking at Kevin wondering if he was total flaccid which he was.
I had only been wearing a bikini with a sun dress over it and I was down to just the panties when in came two youngish guys. From their chatter I guessed they were either Dutch or German or possibly Scandinavian. They both ran their eyes up and down my near naked body sending a shiver through me. Other than Darren I could not remember when I had been this close to a guy when I was undressing. It felt odd when they smiled and clearly ogled me. Odd but most certainly not unpleasant or scary, I thought removing my knickers as they looked on surreptitiously.
I had brought a small beach bag with me in which we put sun cream, glasses, hats, towels, bottles of water and our kindles and off we went.
"Ok love?" Kevin asked slipping his arm around my waist protectively.
"Yes are you?" I replied snuggling up to him as we turned right outside the locker room, which was the opposite to where we had entered so we hadn't yet seen the beach. Leaving the main building and changing room we walked along a path of about fifty yards with wooden fences either side. At the end there was a bar and café with a number of tables around which several men and women were sitting drinking and eating. Everything looked pretty normal like any other beach bar apart from the dozen or so customers being naked. I felt my temperature rising and my breasts getting heavier just seeing them although, to be honest, they were not the most attractive group of people and all seemed to be at least as old if not older than Kevin and me. However, I think I probably physically gasped at seeing several dicks of varying sizes, the bare breasts of the women and naked butts of both genders. That said, everything else was just how it would probably have been at a 'straight' beach bar
As we stood just outside the café checking out the beach, I saw that it was about twenty five or thirty yards deep and around a hundred yards wide. Off to one side, my left as I looked towards the sea, there was what looked to be a forest with huge pine trees and to my right past there were some sand dunes behind a low fence. Altogether It seemed to be a pleasant and very well-kept facility about in keeping with the steep entry price.
We wandered onto the beach and at a rough count I saw that the gender ratio must have been at least 5:1 male to female, which for women was fine but not so good for guys I said to Kevin smiling.
"I only have eyes for one," he grinned running his hand down my back and over my butt.
"And hands too," I smiled back.
"Is that a problem?" he asked.
